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“Stars” is the second poem of Flame & Shadow (1920), Teasdale’s third to last book of lyric poetry. According to the Poetry Foundation, this is one of Teasdale’s best works that highlights her philosophy towards life and death. Sara Teasdale won the first Pulitzer Prize in Poetry in 1918.
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Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,
And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;
Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;
Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,
And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.